But The New Generation Poem by maqsood hasni

Milky cows and fruited trees
Have lost value
The old Asian
Like to eat and drink
Imported and west labeled things
Milky meat for Gulfaien
As they have money
Fruited fuel for Indian dead bodies
As alive never fruit
But the new generation,
Like to live and work in the west
The Asian mother and wife
Still black and untidy
Some who live in cottages say:
This change maybe
New world order
And we feel nothing about it